Fic: Death Eater Camp NC17 (Barty Crouch Junior) Slash
Title: Death Eater Camp (Barty’s POV)
Character: Barty Crouch Junior
Prompt: Puppet Master
Pairing: Severus/Barty
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 585
Summary: Barty takes a shower.
Author's Notes: Not mine, only wish they were. Written for the
7spells challenge. Contains spoilers for the first four books.
Warning: This fic contains slash, so if that offends you, don’t read.
The first three fics in the challenge can be found here, here and here
Severus' POV is here written by the awesome Nokomis.
Now on with the story…
Barty grumbled as he walked down to the bathroom, after a hard day’s training and helping the Dark Lord torture Wormtail, which was always fun. Barty wasn’t that keen on Death Eater camp but he didn’t hate it as much as Severus seemed to. He felt hot and sticky and he needed to freshen up and quickly.
As he entered the shower, he noticed the shower was running and he wasn‘t alone. Barty sighed in defeat and bit his lip. The Dark Lord had asked them (asked as in ordered) to shower together to save water. Barty was getting tired of having cold showers after Lucius Malfoy had used all the hot water as he spent ages in the shower. Barty often wondered what Lucius did to take so long but he didn’t have the nerve to ask him directly.
‘Was that a groan?’ Barty wondered, as the man, who was also in the shower with him turned around and looked at him. ‘It’s almost like he didn’t want to see me.”
“Hello Barty,” Severus said sounding polite but not too pleased to see him.
Barty bit back a sigh. “Severus, how good to see you,” he said, letting his eyes wander over the other man’s body, his gaze lingering at Severus’ crotch area. ‘He’s definitely not lacking,’ he mused silently.
Severus turned his back on Barty, leaving Barty feeling rejected. Barty let his gaze linger over Severus’ body once more before turning to the wall and lathered his soap over his pale freckled arms. He rubbed the soap over his slightly muscular chest. He brought his soapy hands up to wash his face but the soap just jumped out of his hands and landed on the shower room floor with a soft thump. Barty rolled his eyes and bent over, fumbling for the soap.
He felt warm hands place themselves on either hip and, without warning he had the sensation of his arse being filled. ‘Could’ve given me some warning,’ he thought sardonically. ‘Anyway, I didn’t know you swung that way.’
“I see you've done this before Crouch,” Severus said, making Barty shiver in pleasure. Severus moved his hips back and forth, each forward thrust, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Barty.
Severus moved his hips faster and faster in and out of Barty, each thrust efficiently scrambling Barty’s thoughts, until he couldn’t hold it back any longer and he emptied himself on the tiles. He felt Severus come inside of him and Barty smirked.
He felt Severus pull out of him and Severus’ warm breath tickled his ear. “Not a word about this to anyone,” Severus muttered in a low dangerous voice, making Barty’s smile drop slightly. The breath moved from his ear as Severus stood up, to rinse his hair, the shampoo rivulets entrancing Barty as they sluiced down his body. “And don't expect this again the next time I'm unlucky enough to be your 'shower buddy',” Severus commented, the unspoken message being ‘this will never happen again’.
When the water ran clear, Severus washed his body quickly obviously not wanting to be in Barty’s presence any longer than necessary and left the shower. Barty watched him go with shock written over his face, mingled in with some hurt. ‘That’s it, just use and abuse me. As if I don’t have any feelings,’ Barty thought, slumping down against the wall, wincing as his bum touched the cold tiles. He grinned suddenly, ignoring the pain. “But now, Severus, I know your secret… So how can I use it against you?”
The End
Character: Barty Crouch Junior
Prompt: Puppet Master
Pairing: Severus/Barty
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 585
Summary: Barty takes a shower.
Author's Notes: Not mine, only wish they were. Written for the
7spells challenge. Contains spoilers for the first four books.
Warning: This fic contains slash, so if that offends you, don’t read.
The first three fics in the challenge can be found here, here and here
Severus' POV is here written by the awesome Nokomis.
Now on with the story…
Barty grumbled as he walked down to the bathroom, after a hard day’s training and helping the Dark Lord torture Wormtail, which was always fun. Barty wasn’t that keen on Death Eater camp but he didn’t hate it as much as Severus seemed to. He felt hot and sticky and he needed to freshen up and quickly.
As he entered the shower, he noticed the shower was running and he wasn‘t alone. Barty sighed in defeat and bit his lip. The Dark Lord had asked them (asked as in ordered) to shower together to save water. Barty was getting tired of having cold showers after Lucius Malfoy had used all the hot water as he spent ages in the shower. Barty often wondered what Lucius did to take so long but he didn’t have the nerve to ask him directly.
‘Was that a groan?’ Barty wondered, as the man, who was also in the shower with him turned around and looked at him. ‘It’s almost like he didn’t want to see me.”
“Hello Barty,” Severus said sounding polite but not too pleased to see him.
Barty bit back a sigh. “Severus, how good to see you,” he said, letting his eyes wander over the other man’s body, his gaze lingering at Severus’ crotch area. ‘He’s definitely not lacking,’ he mused silently.
Severus turned his back on Barty, leaving Barty feeling rejected. Barty let his gaze linger over Severus’ body once more before turning to the wall and lathered his soap over his pale freckled arms. He rubbed the soap over his slightly muscular chest. He brought his soapy hands up to wash his face but the soap just jumped out of his hands and landed on the shower room floor with a soft thump. Barty rolled his eyes and bent over, fumbling for the soap.
He felt warm hands place themselves on either hip and, without warning he had the sensation of his arse being filled. ‘Could’ve given me some warning,’ he thought sardonically. ‘Anyway, I didn’t know you swung that way.’
“I see you've done this before Crouch,” Severus said, making Barty shiver in pleasure. Severus moved his hips back and forth, each forward thrust, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Barty.
Severus moved his hips faster and faster in and out of Barty, each thrust efficiently scrambling Barty’s thoughts, until he couldn’t hold it back any longer and he emptied himself on the tiles. He felt Severus come inside of him and Barty smirked.
He felt Severus pull out of him and Severus’ warm breath tickled his ear. “Not a word about this to anyone,” Severus muttered in a low dangerous voice, making Barty’s smile drop slightly. The breath moved from his ear as Severus stood up, to rinse his hair, the shampoo rivulets entrancing Barty as they sluiced down his body. “And don't expect this again the next time I'm unlucky enough to be your 'shower buddy',” Severus commented, the unspoken message being ‘this will never happen again’.
When the water ran clear, Severus washed his body quickly obviously not wanting to be in Barty’s presence any longer than necessary and left the shower. Barty watched him go with shock written over his face, mingled in with some hurt. ‘That’s it, just use and abuse me. As if I don’t have any feelings,’ Barty thought, slumping down against the wall, wincing as his bum touched the cold tiles. He grinned suddenly, ignoring the pain. “But now, Severus, I know your secret… So how can I use it against you?”
The End